I heard the field gate late screech around 9.30 am
I was too tired to get up.
I was working last night, and the night was filled with the dramatic and violent .
Some intensive care patients can be terribly confused.
So I went back to sleep and missed Margaret and her daughter in law delivering her hens to one of the spare houses of Anatevka.
Around 1pm, I pulled on wooley hat and wellies and went over to see how the newbees were doing. (New hens must be locked into their new hen house for at least 24 hours. After a full day and night, their peanut brains attach themselves to their new home and they don' t wander.)
I placed food and water through the poop hole of the house then opened the small back door to check on the girls. It was dark, but as I knelt on the floor I could just make out nervous bodies moving in the far side of the house then I looked upwards into the coop itself to see a very serious looking rooster looking calmly down on me.
" hello! " I said
( hello? What the hell am I saying hello to a robust looking cockerel for?)
And without further ado he kicked me very hard right in the mush!